That rock is so smooth and circular. I can’t not pick it. I’m drawn to it.
drrr… drrr… drrr…
Oh you knob. I forgot about that until your comment.
Here, take this:
It is….precious…to me
Stick every time. Stick is a sword, a walking tool, a measure, a prybar. Rock is rock. You can throw it. You can hit stuff with it. That’s about it.
Rock is good. You can cook with rock, support and balance things, keep it as a pet, paint faces on it, wedge things that need wedging, use it as a paperweight, possibly shatter it into many knifey bits or sell it to your kid cousin as a magic rock. I think you can also do a few things with ropes and rocks, but I can’t remember any of those things. Yes, you can throw rock, but rock likes most to bounce on water when thrown.
You can admire the rock. You can just hold the rock, meditate over its roundness. The rock can become your friend, your little secret, a comfort you can take anywhere. The rock is eternal. If you cradle it for a lifetime, you might contribute a miniscule amount to its perfect shape. Your life can have meaning.
A lifetime of swashbuckling! WHOOSH. WHOOOOSH WOOOSH…
Yea but if we ever get attacked by the scissor nation you’ll be ready
But if the paper nation flanks us we’ll be at a stalemate. We have a conundrum.
Stick. Rock = 1 throw. Stick = many whacks. Stick better.
I’d take the stick, but when my enjoyment of the stick inevitably ends when it falls apart I’d think back to that sweet rock.
Stick is temporary, rock is forever.
Rock. Stick will rot quickly, but the rock will stick around as long as I don’t lose it
Stick will rot, rock will stick.
Not perfect but I like it.
This is poetry 👌😌
You can shape rock, you cannot grow stick.
Stick will rot, rock will sit.
I take the Rock! It’s much more durable than the stick and I bet it is really pleasant to hold. Also I can easily place it on my desk after I come home.
And I like to imagine how long it took for this rock to get his shape.
I imagine it got its shape by doing plenty of push ups, pull ups and drinking lots of juice.
Stick. There is a 100% I will lose that stone skipping it on the first body of water I see.
sticks are everywhere, that rock tho, you skip that 6 times into a sunset and the genie that lives inside that rock will grant you a wish.
Stickalibur. You are now the one true king of a small wooded area.
I’m going rock so I can charge my phone.
I’m going rock so I can solve world hunger.
I’m going to uplift rock and give it the ability to think so it can shitpost for me
Can I mate with you please. Kakaw
Soup from a stone?
I’m going rock so I can say “okay google, play Never Gonna Give You Up”
I wanna say rock like everyone else but that stick just looks so good
Simplest answer: both. That what you have pockets for
This guy cargo pantses
Why the hell are cargo pants so maligned in even the everyday casual fashion world? They’re fucking awesome.
Girls think we are hoarding the good pockets. They don’t realize it’s actually Big Handbag that got rid of their pocketses
Seriously! I hardly ever carry a handbag because it’s more likely than not that I’ll eventually lose it. Losing my pants is a lot less common, and there’s so much room for stuff! Wallet, keys, phone, knife, dog treats, cool rocks, maybe a snake. The possibilities are endless!
Then use perfect stick and perfect rock to make perfect pump drill for fire
The rock, (a) because it’ll last longer and (b) because it’s got a cool wrestler named after it. There ain’t no wrestler called The Stick. I doubt I could smell what The Stick is cooking.
The Stick trained Daredevil.
Read some Stormlight Archive, and know that I am a stick.
I’ll combine them on a workbench to make a stick with stone duct taped to it. With that done, the world is my oyster.
Perfect rock + perfect stick = Royal Scepter
